Noplace

I will fall awake Complete silence gapes At my existence, I will go To a noplace Where color fades Where I loathe everything (Well, really not if everything is The miracle of our existence and Humanity’s faith, The aisles of Goodwill Where my mother laughed, And I read books about afterwards. And if everything includes The color of the word love.) Make my mind blank Wipe my spirit clean Try to see the light waves lengthen From radio hills to flat heart monitor Silence sounds like Someone writing

The smell of stagnant air (When did I dress up with wings And horns and laughed Belly ached-time stopped-living living COLOR and then the game went on My life has been sound and sight and Kicking and ROARING how Did I paint this space of) Noplace tastes like copper keys Will I asleep, And fall awake?

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